[Intro — Mechanical Stop-Start Riff / Dry Double Kick] [Spoken female voice, very close] The fight ended. My body didn’t get the message. [Full riff slams in] [Verse 1 — Low Rhythmic Harsh Vocal] I changed the locks, deleted every number, gave the furniture away, then caught my jaw still tightening at conversations no one came to have. The hallway stopped remembering your footsteps weeks before I did, but every sudden change in volume still arrived beneath my ribs. I’d spent so long rehearsing every argument before it came that silence entered through the doorway wearing somebody else’s name. Now there’s nobody across from me, no sentence waiting to ignite— and still my shoulders climb an inch whenever someone says “you’re right.” [Refrain — Layered Harsh Hook / Huge Groove] Nothing left to hit. The argument is gone. I cleared the room so thoroughly the echo carried on. Nothing left to hit. Still every nerve still swings. I won the war outside the house and brought the weather in. [Riff Development — Syncopated Guitar/Bass Unison] [Short dissonant lead fragments cut between rhythmic stops] [Verse 2 — Faster Harsh Phrasing] I learned the architecture of defence until I built it without thought, could turn a harmless hesitation into evidence before it stopped. Then every threat I’d trained against politely vanished from the frame, and anger, finding nothing left to answer, carried on without a name. That was the part nobody mentioned when they told me leaving worked: you can remove the hand that struck you without teaching skin to stop expecting hurt. The emergency was over; every door belonged to me— my pulse kept filing incident reports for things that didn’t happen. [Refrain] Nothing left to hit. The argument is gone. I cleared the room so thoroughly the echo carried on. Nothing left to hit. Still every nerve still swings. I won the war outside the house and brought the weather in. [Technical Middle Section — Progressive Groove Mutation] [Main riff fractures into shifting accents; bass briefly moves independently beneath jagged guitar stabs. Drums alternate between double-kick propulsion and lurching half-time.] [Harsh vocal, sparse phrases] I know the source. I know the route. I know exactly how it got inside. That doesn’t mean the circuit dies the day you cut the wire. [Instrumental — Dissonant Twin-Guitar Pattern] [The original riff returns at half speed, heavier and wider, with industrial texture beneath it.] [Stripped Passage — Bass Pulse / Room Tone] [Female voice, almost spoken] There’s nobody here to fight. [Pause] That should feel different. [Final Refrain — Same Lyrics / Maximum Weight] Nothing left to hit. The argument is gone. I cleared the room so thoroughly the echo carried on. Nothing left to hit. Still every nerve still swings. I won the war outside the house and brought the weather in. [Extended Outro — Crushing Half-Time Groove] [Harsh vocal over widening spaces between riffs] The house is quiet. The doors are mine. The furniture doesn’t flinch. Everything here already understands. [Final riff slows almost to collapse] My shoulders haven’t noticed yet. [Hard stop]
